She Turned Her Grief Into Wings novel Chapter 3

Caden didn't return that night.

At 9:00 AM, a document arrived via the messaging app.-

[Ms. Jewell, the divorce agreement is drafted. Please review it to see if anything needs to be added.]

Shera logged onto her computer and read through it carefully from start to finish.

[It's perfect. Thank you, Mr. Coleman.]

The pages rolled smoothly out of the printer. She organized, stapled, and signed them in one fluid motion, without a shred of hesitation.

The moment the pen cap clicked shut, Shera felt as though a door deep inside her heart had finally been locked.

She took out her phone and scheduled a courier. At exactly noon, the papers would be delivered to the Hayes Group headquarters, right to Caden's office.

She showered, changed, and packed her things.

Her belongings were pitifully few, fitting entirely into a single suitcase.

Three years. She had arrived with this suitcase, and she was leaving with it. It was a fitting end.

The woman in the mirror had dark circles under her eyes, but that persistent cloud of anxiety that usually hung over her brow was gone. Though exhausted, her face carried a new sense of relief.

It was all coming to an end. Cutting her losses in time was all that mattered; it was never too late.

At 10:30 AM, Shera rolled her suitcase out of the villa.

The cleaner was watering the flowers with a hose. Seeing Shera step out, she greeted politely, "Are you heading out on a business trip, Mrs. Hayes?"

Shera smiled faintly, saying nothing, only offering a polite nod.

Watching her walk away, the cleaner muttered to herself with a chuckle: usually, the missus would give her a long list of instructions whenever she saw her—which fragrance was wrong, where to place which ornament—but today, she hadn't said a single word.

Handing the envelope over to the courier, Shera drove toward Clearwater Villa, never once looking back.

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The CEO's office at the Hayes Group.

Caden had just wrapped up a multinational conference call and was leaning back in his leather chair, his face etched with exhaustion as he closed his eyes to rest.

A loophole had emerged in an overseas project, forcing him to rush back to the office overnight. He had been dealing with it since dawn, and right now, his head was throbbing.

He hadn't eaten in ten hours, and a dull ache gnawed at his stomach.

Shera had really spoiled his stomach.

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